As Prometheus reached a large paw out to push her off Corona could not help but to giggle in that puppish way she was still known for. She knew Prometheus preferred his space, and she was not completely naive to miss the hard looks he had given her as children. She could not help the fact that mother focused her attention on Corona. She tried to divert mother's attention to her brothers but well that was a big responsibility to lay on a single pup. This time around, she was determined to show her brother that she loved him regardless and that she had not made those choices... mother had.

Saros remarks to Prometheus about spending his time keeping her out of trouble and Corona cannot help but to feign a look of total shock and scoff in disdain. "Hey now! Your the one who is always getting into trouble there brother, not me!" she quips nipping at his shoulder playfully.

When Prometheus brings up his encounter with the coyote and tilts his head to the side so his siblings can examine his scar, Corona cannot help but to gain a more serious look. Though the scar looked well healed, and even the fur around it had grown back into place, but still Corona looked worried. "Why did you fight a coyote? Was it mad?" she asks curious. The most she saw when she had been away from here had been a wandering fox but it had been smart enough not to attack, that and she did her best to avoid an altercation all together by keeping herself out of its way. Although mother trained her to fight, and she sparred here and there with her brothers when she was younger, she was not brave enough yet to attempt to fight anything off on her own.

Her ears flex backwards, "I dont want to fight anything... not unless I have to. I would prefer to just play with you guys all day." she says reaching a paw out to poke at Prometheus' gold and white shoulder. Her long black and cream tail wags excitedly. "Have you eaten lately? The wolves of Taviora brought a big feast over, there was still a lot left if either of you are hungry."